Quasi-Martial Artist

After quite a while, the terrifying force around Su Bo receded, and his blood energy, condensed to the solidity of gang-force, also withdrew into his body.

All the students present dropped onto the ground on their backsides, their bodies trembling faintly.

The teacher who had unleashed his force to block the pressure of Su Bo's breakthrough to quasi-martial artist glanced at the students, a faint smile flashing through his eyes.

That was right—he had done it deliberately.

With his strength, he could block Su Bo's quasi-martial artist blood energy and withstand the pressure of his breakthrough as well.

He had blocked only that surging, tide-like blood energy and not the intimidating pressure because he wanted to teach the other students a proper lesson.

A quasi-martial artist had their entire force unified, their blood energy surging like a tide.

They had already begun transforming the essence of their life. The gap between them and martial apprentices was as vast as heaven and earth.

Put simply, Martial Arts No. 3 High School had another seven or eight students who had condensed ninety strands of blood energy. Let them all attack together.

With Su Bo's strength as a quasi-martial artist, he could effortlessly slaughter every last one of them.

Even with the word "quasi" attached, a quasi-martial artist was still a martial artist. No number of martial apprentices could bridge such a staggering gap.

That was why Wu Bin had not blocked the pressure of Su Bo's breakthrough.

He wanted to use Su Bo's strength to spur these students on, to make them see clearly that there was nothing to be proud of in how many strands of blood energy they had condensed.

If they had the ability to break through to quasi-martial artist like Su Bo, that would be real skill.

"Good, excellent!"

"Third High School has finally produced another dragon! Student Su Bo, have you comprehended your blood energy?"

The principal of Third High School, Situ Ting, hurried over. The moment he reached the training grounds, he did not even need to check—he could already sense the immense blood energy within Su Bo's body.

The blood energy of a quasi-martial artist was like the bright moon compared to the firefly glow of a martial apprentice's blood energy.

Su Bo had long since completed the condensation of his quasi-martial artist blood energy. Hearing the principal's words, he opened his eyes and looked toward the delighted Situ Ting.

"Principal!" Su Bo respectfully bowed.

Situ Ting had become the principal of Martial Arts No. 3 High School seven years ago. Upon taking office, he had carried out sweeping reforms with a great axe and broad strokes.

He first established the Martial Cuisine Cafeteria and hired Lin Bao, a Level Two martial cuisine head chef. Then, step by step, he waived the martial cuisine fees for all martial arts students.

He had also made the Wind-Treading Step he created into one of Third High School's foundational martial arts, allowing every student of the school to cultivate it.

That was why Su Bo respected him, because he too had benefited from those reforms.

Otherwise, given his family circumstances, he could never have afforded martial cuisine for cultivation.

Not to mention that Principal Situ Ting himself was a martial artist of the third martial arts realm—the Divine Ability Realm!

Even across all of Red River Star, Situ Ting could absolutely rank among the top ten, perhaps even the top five. His strength was unfathomable.

With Situ Ting at Martial Arts No. 3 High School, the school had seemed to undergo a complete rebirth.

By now, Third High School's students had claimed first place in the martial academy entrance exams for five consecutive years.

Situ Ting approached, moving so fast that Su Bo could not even see his movements before he was standing in front of him. "Student Su Bo, congratulations!"

"You have become the first student among Crimson Glow City's martial high schools to break through to quasi-martial artist."

"The first?" Su Bo froze for a moment.

He was very confident in his martial arts talent, but he was not so arrogant as to believe he would be the first person to break through to quasi-martial artist.

Yet unexpectedly, he truly had become the first among Crimson Glow City's tens of thousands of martial arts students?

"That's right, the first!" Situ Ting chuckled.

"According to the information I've received, students at the other martial high schools have condensed their blood energy to the limit, reaching ninety-nine strands, but none of them have managed to break through yet."

"You truly are the first to break through."

"Since you've broken through, Su Bo, there's no need for you to cultivate here anymore." Situ Ting waved his hand and took a card from someone behind him. "From now on, you'll cultivate in the Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room!"

"Stabilize your martial artist blood energy as soon as possible, complete the first tempering of skin and flesh, and step into the Body Realm."

"Thank you, Principal." Su Bo accepted the martial room card Situ Ting handed him.

The others...

Even Su Bo's teacher, Wu Bin, who stood at the peak of the third gate of the Body Realm, looked at the card in his hand with undisguised envy.

After giving the Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room card to Su Bo,

Situ Ting continued, "Since Su Bo has broken through to quasi-martial artist, the school should give him a reward as well..."

"Mm, let's reward him with one Blood-Nourishing Pill."

"A Blood-Nourishing Pill... Hiss!" Wu Bin's eyes went wide.

Situ Ting glanced at him but ignored him, then continued, "Now that you're a quasi-martial artist, the stance training from the Eight Mountain-Shaking Fists will not be of much use to you."

"As for Body Realm stance training..."

"I suggest you cultivate the Baxia Coiling Dragon Stance from the Nine-Sons Dragon Fist. The Eight Mountain-Shaking Fists originated from it."

"I'll also cover the credits needed to exchange for the Coiling Dragon Stance. Consider it part of your reward."

"Yes, thank you for your guidance, Principal." Su Bo was truly deeply grateful to the principal.

"Cultivate well. This year's top spot in the martial academy entrance exam will depend on you." Situ Ting patted Su Bo on the shoulder and left the training grounds without waiting for a response.

Several other school directors also stepped forward to encourage Su Bo before leaving with him.

Once all the school leaders had left...

Wu Bin, who had been waiting off to the side, finally let out a breath. The way he looked at Su Bo was filled with complexity, envy, and a faint trace of gratification.

As the class teacher, he would also receive rewards for teaching a student like Su Bo.

"Su Bo..." Wu Bin's voice trembled slightly.

"Teacher?" Su Bo fiddled with the card in his hand and looked up in confusion. "Right, Teacher, what exactly are the Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room and the Blood-Nourishing Pill?"

"The Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room and the Blood-Nourishing Pill were originally things I planned to explain next semester..." Wu Bin smiled helplessly.

"I just didn't expect you, kid, to break through so quickly."

The instant Wu Bin finished speaking, he looked toward the students still lingering nearby to watch the excitement and shouted, "What are you still standing around here for?"

"You don't need to cultivate?"

"If you don't want to train, then get the hell home! Don't waste the school's resources!"

Boom!!!

The teacher had exploded in anger. All the students immediately scattered like birds and beasts, each finding a place to continue tempering their blood energy.

Before leaving, several students with powerful auras exchanged glances. In each other's eyes, they could see that glimmer of unwillingness to admit defeat.

Su Bo was only ahead for the moment.

They had also already condensed more than ninety strands of blood energy. They would soon break through to quasi-martial artist as well, and they would never let Su Bo bask alone in the glory ahead.

After driving the students away, Wu Bin brought Su Bo to the office.

"Sit. Have some water and rest for a while."

"Thank you, Teacher."

Teacher and student fell silent for a moment before Wu Bin said directly, "The Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room..." As he spoke, he glanced at the card in Su Bo's hand.

He made no attempt to hide the burning light in his eyes.

"You only need to know one thing: the Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room is a cultivation room, one filled with pure blood energy."

"A martial artist cultivating within it can achieve twice the result with half the effort!"

"If your teacher here could cultivate inside it, I could break through this damned third gate of the Body Realm in a month at most."

"And step into the second martial arts realm—the Gang Realm!"

Twice the result with half the effort?

Wasn't that a cultivation accelerator?

Su Bo's eyes lit up, and even the hand gripping the Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room card grew hot.

"Teacher..." Su Bo suddenly said.

But Wu Bin seemed to know what he wanted to ask. He pointed at the card in his hand. "The principal's card gives you two hours of cultivation time every day."

"If you want more, you'll need to spend credits to exchange for it yourself."

"Two hours?" Su Bo nodded, not particularly disappointed.

After all, this was a resource for every student who broke through to quasi-martial artist. He could not monopolize it all, and the school would never permit that.

In any case, he had already broken through ahead of everyone else and received two free hours of cultivation time every day.

He had already made a huge profit. There was nothing to be dissatisfied about.